“From the priests:
Jedaiah son of Joiarib; Jakin; and Seraiah son of Hilkiah, son of Meshullam, son of Zadok, son of Meraioth, son of Ahitub, the supervisor of the Temple of God.”
Nehemiah 11:10-11
So far in our list of leaders staying in Jerusalem, we have seen the tribe of Judah and Benjamin. Today we dive into the priests who remained and inhabited the capital city.
First we have Jedaiah, whose name means “Yah has known,” from Yah and yada – personal knowledge, know intimately, know for certain, well aware, clearly understand, experience, surely teach, bring forth, chosen.
I simply love that knowing in God’s Word is never just head knowledge. It always includes intimacy, experience, time with someone. Or Someone. The more we walk with Him, the more we surely know His character, ways, and leading. But what I adore in this name’s implication is how it is Yahweh Who has known. Or as my students would say, “He’s been knowing.” As in, he knew way back when, He knows now, and He knows what’s ahead. All the way to eternity.
And not just dispassionate, logic-only knowing, but an incarnational Personal experience – of humanity, each of our lives, the pain to redeem, and the joyful future. That we, too, would be well aware of this tender God and His movement in our generation.
Jedaiah’s father is Joiarib, a name we just saw in Nehemiah 11:5 which means “the LORD contends,” from Yhvh and rib (to strive, contend, judge, argue, complain, plead, quarrel, reprimand). Some of those definitions are palatable and seem expected of God: judge and reprimand, for starters. But to picture quarreling or striving for an Almighty is more difficult. And it actually points to His slow to anger, abounding in hesed, character that He would strive at all with we mortals.
Then I picture Him contending with evil, striving for righteousness to prevail. I must admit, I don’t imagine an all-powerful God really exerting much effort in the fight. But if the Person of the Holy Spirit can be grieved, if Jesus the God-Man can, in His distress, sweat drops of blood, and if the anger of God the Father can be kindled at sin, I’m thinking this God of ours is not divorced from His emotions. He is fully invested in His creation and its redemption. May we be on the right side of a Yah Who contends.
Next is Jakin – “He will establish” from kun – to be firm, appoint, carry, certainly confirm, make ready, firmly establish, strengthen, faithfulness, fitted. I can appreciate these definitions at the start of Holy Week. Through Scripture, watching the Man Who wept over Jerusalem, faced His accusers head on, allowed Himself to be ready for burial, and firmly followed through with His appointed death.
How about us as those choosing to follow Him and His ways? How do we carry out our appointed time on this earth during mass shootings, political polarity, racial trauma, divided believers? Are we firm without accusing, faithful minus bigotry, rooted and established in love while certainly confirming our stand for justice? Way easier to type than to live out, I get it. Jesus, help us.
Jakin’s father is not listed, so Seraiah is up next. His name means “Yah persists” from Yah and sarah – exert oneself, persevere, wrestle, have power as a prince. Indeed, He persists. That He doesn’t give up on us, give up on me, in this mess we’ve made is my main praise some days.
But I think we get to join Him in this wrestling and persevering – in prayer, in actions, stances, and causes. From a settled position of our power in Him, we can contend for others and situations without being combative, shame-mongering, or scapegoating. We can expose deeds of darkness with a trust that Light wins in the end, and everything will one day be exposed.
But this Week in particular, I’m grateful our Savior laid down those royal rights as a human. That He exerted Himself all the way to Gethsemene, willing another way, offering up that will. The power came from surrender, and darkness came before dawn in the garden.
This Week may we sit with the exertion, the wrestling, the exhaustion of His need to come and make it right. Of our lack of ability to fix it on our own. Our absolute necessity to learn to wash feet like He did and pray for others, even as they killed Him. Winter before spring, the dim before the first shimmer of daybreak.
Thank God, Yah persists.